. naughty.”“Would it really be any naughtier than picking me more pears?” he asked.“Ohhhh,” she moaned. “I don’t know. I don’t know if... I could just ... show you!”“Well, why don’t you sit down ... over there,” Bobby said, pointing at the couch. “I’ll help you.”“You will?” She sounded dazed.She let him lead her to the couch, and he held her hands as she sat, demurely, her knees firmly together. She looked lonely, sitting on the big couch alone. Bobby sank to his knees in front of her, and put his. I felt her lie down beside me and then hold me. There were no words to share. She understood and simply stayed with me until my emotions were under control."Maybe I shouldn't have opened it," I said, looking up at the ceiling."Would that have made a difference?" she asked, whispering in my ear."No ... I guess not. It had to come sooner or later. I had to put it behind us at long last. No more ghosts. No regrets about us or the future, just the past ... and we can't change that."I dropped my arm. What stung even more than the bindings was that Catwoman had caught her completely by surprise. The fight had been brief ending with Catwoman’s thick athletic ass slamming down over her face. The sight of that PAWG bubble butt descending to cover her face smothering her was the last thing she remembered.Tying her up in this incredibly sexualized position was a power play by Catwoman. Batgirl didn’t want to admit to herself how much it was working. She should have been a sight to behold with her. I..I.. she stammered” “I couldn’t help myself. When you moved in I found your magazines. I couldn’t stop thinking about them.. I’ve been following you here and watching you for over a month.. please don’t tell anyone..”She paused and I smiled at her. She smiled back and seemed to relax. My hand was still on my dick and the vibrator was resting against my anus. “Do you just watch me?” I said “Or do you do anything else” “I’ve learnt to do what those girls do in the pictures, I’ve learnt how to.